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Created on 2006-07-09 06:23:49 (#10625875), last updated 2006-08-17

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Name:	Altair

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B A S I C S

name : Altair McGuinness
age : 17
d.o.b. :
zodiac :
eyes : Black
hair : Black
religion : Atheist.
family : Adoptive mother, adoptive father.
abilities : Altair can change the world! See, instead of it being a world where that man standing over there has a wallet in his pocket and Altair has some lint, it would be a world where Altair has somehow acquired a pretty wallet and that man over there-- Gerard Stevenson, born January 12th 1964-- seems to have lost his, and now only appears to have pocket lint.

Instead of it being a world where Altair's room is filled with so much crap he can't see the floor, it would be a world where his room has a few gum wrappers lying around and someone else has a pile of crap flowing out from under their bed and a stack of Playboys almost reaching the ceiling.

And instead of it being a world where his ma had left him on a park bench to fend for himself or die it would be a world where he was never chucked from foster home to foster home and never had to wake up to face people who wanted him as much as his ma had.

... Sure, sure.

H I S T O R Y

There once was a girl who was born years and years ago into a wealthy family. The girl had a good life. She had parents who loved her, friends who cared for her, riches and fineries and all that she needed. And she had a gift-- a power, if you will, to look into the future through her dreams. And in these dreams she saw the end. She saw things break. People break. She saw blood. But the years went on. The girl was no longer a girl, and the dreams never stopped. The woman saw the world shatter every night but it did not break her. And she died of natural causes, old and content. She ended before the world did.

This is not her story.

There once was a girl who was born years ago into a family that didn't care. The girl didn't either. She had parents who overlooked her, friends who weren't, really, and all the things she wanted but never needed. And she had a curse-- a gift, some would say, to see into future through the dreams she was plagued with. In these dreams she saw ends. More than one. One for mother. One for her father. One for her. One for the world. It shattered like glass and she remembered. The years went on. The girl became a woman. The woman made a mistake. The mistake cried every night, but she still dreamed. She dreamed that the mistake would be her end. She named him after a star just the same.

And the woman made a wish.

Some years ago a boy was born to a mother who tried to care. She'd call him her star and she'd thread her fingers through his hair, and the boy remembers when she'd push him on the swings in the park. He'd fly and he'd laugh and she'd laugh and it was the only time she ever did. It was raining the last time she took him to the park. She sat him on a bench and she gave him an umbrella and said she'd be back. If it was the rain or if she was crying as she left he'd never know.

The years went on because they always did. The boy grew and changed, broke all on his lonesome and stuck himself together again. Over the years the boy was juggled from one foster home to another. And during these years the boy learned to hate the very world that his mother had seen break. The boy wanted to change it and make it better. But not for everyone else, just for him. The boy was a selfish person.

And the boy had a power to do this. He could make small differences in things, so subtle nobody but him would notice. He could change where things were, yet never what they were. He could exchange one thing for another, almost as unfairly as he wished. And the boy knew he was no better than a common thief and he didn't mind, not at all.

The boy is seventeen and his name is Altair. Altair McGuinness as of two years ago.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Altair is bored with the world. Bored with the people, their faces, their voices, their jobs, their hopes, their dreams, their wishes. Bored with the places. The things that he hears, the things that he reads, the things that he sees-- the same things, day after day after day. He finds life dull and monotonous and completely lacking in the things that he wants. He wants action, adventure, impossibility, riches beyond imagination and he wants his mother. Or if he can't have that he'll take a sense of identity or simply some proof of existence would do it for him.

But Altair knows he can't have any of that, so he spends entirely too much time watching other people who can. He laughs at them and puts his masks on carefully and is very comfortable in claiming that frankly, my dear, he doesn't give a damn, when he does.

Altair talks about "people like me" constantly, and when he says "people like me", what he really means is "people who are me". Jealousy and ridiculously low self-esteem aside, he's a selfish, sardonic, cynical jackass at the very core and if he's fine about anything to do with himself, it would be that.

C O N T A C T

Name; Junny
AIM; apollo cracker
Email; fimbulvetr[at]gmail.com
Journal;

temperamental

notdifferent is a RP journal for

worldresolution. Altair was created and is played by

temperamental. His PB is Mikami from Chou Ni Naru Hi which is some shounen-ai manga nobody's ever heard of and I just used him because I really couldn't be assed searching further and that dude from Full Moon fit but I hate the art. Er. Chou Ni Naru Hi does not belong to me. 8)

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